At least I didn't kill anyone
Counting down the hours of the day that saw me fatally misread a test question and drop an eclair on myself.
But the one that really takes the cake...
While I was taking out my water bottle from my bag today, it slipped from my hands. Under many other circumstances, that would have been a non-detrimental affair. But this happened while I was on the stairs (for those of you who are familiar with the NUS campus, the narrow stairway above The Grinning Gecko cafe), and when I say that it slipped from my hands, I naturally also mean that it flew off the ledge and fell three storeys down. That's right: Three. Storeys. Down.
I was too shocked even to scream; my first thought was that I'd just killed someone.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" XL screamed, as if I'd meant for it to happen.
"M-m-my hands slipped!" I sputtered.
We rushed down. Thankfully no one was hurt -- although I did see many patrons of the cafe holding their hands to their chests in shock. I'm not sure which I felt more -- relieved at not having killed anyone, or embarrassed at claiming possession of the water bottle.
"At least you didn't kill anyone," KR attempted to comfort. But when you can append that sentence to virtually any bad situation, it doesn't really help. I hope he knows that.
"Drop from so high, dent so small, ah?" I mused, upon examining my bottle. This was after the fiasco was over and we were sitting at The Grinning Gecko, snacking. (Still at the crime scene; I don't think I'd make a very good criminal at all, I know.) On hindsight that was possibly one of the worst things to say in the history of things not to say, which my friends wasted no time in informing me of via their glares.
But the one that really takes the cake...
While I was taking out my water bottle from my bag today, it slipped from my hands. Under many other circumstances, that would have been a non-detrimental affair. But this happened while I was on the stairs (for those of you who are familiar with the NUS campus, the narrow stairway above The Grinning Gecko cafe), and when I say that it slipped from my hands, I naturally also mean that it flew off the ledge and fell three storeys down. That's right: Three. Storeys. Down.
I was too shocked even to scream; my first thought was that I'd just killed someone.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" XL screamed, as if I'd meant for it to happen.
"M-m-my hands slipped!" I sputtered.
We rushed down. Thankfully no one was hurt -- although I did see many patrons of the cafe holding their hands to their chests in shock. I'm not sure which I felt more -- relieved at not having killed anyone, or embarrassed at claiming possession of the water bottle.
"At least you didn't kill anyone," KR attempted to comfort. But when you can append that sentence to virtually any bad situation, it doesn't really help. I hope he knows that.
"Drop from so high, dent so small, ah?" I mused, upon examining my bottle. This was after the fiasco was over and we were sitting at The Grinning Gecko, snacking. (Still at the crime scene; I don't think I'd make a very good criminal at all, I know.) On hindsight that was possibly one of the worst things to say in the history of things not to say, which my friends wasted no time in informing me of via their glares.
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